Beyond the keep.
The phrase popped up in a novel I'm reading about a woman pilot in WWII. She savored the thought first when she was in bomber flight training. Now she was in a Nazi prison.
The story is one thing. The phrase is another.
Don't you just soar when you break free of the keep of convention, culture, education, church, family, friends, neighborhoods, sometimes even yourself. You are out there without restrictions of any kind.
Its like the dream of flying - I mean by flapping your arms and flying high above buildings. I don't get it often, but I am ecstatic when it happens because the sensation is so overwhelming.
Being kept is a good thing most of the time. But those moments of breaking free are ether.
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